11 septembre 2006
Camino CAMCD38 CD
Camino CAMCD38SE CD (Special Edition)


01 A Dark Night In Toytown
02 Waters Of The Wild
03 Set Your Compass
04 Down Street
05 A Girl Called Linda
06 To A Close
07 Ego & Id
08 Man In The Long Black Coat
09 Wolfwork
10 Why
11 She Moves In Memories
12 The Fundamentals Of Brainwashing
13 Howl


Special Edition

01 Transylvanian Express
02 Waters Of The Wild
03 Set Your Compass
04 Down Street
05 A Girl Called Linda
06 Blue Child
07 To A Close
08 Ego & Id
09 Man In The Long Black Coat
10 Cedars Of Lebanon
11 Wolfwork
12 Why
13 She Moves In Memories
14 The Fundamentals Of Brainwashing
15 Howl
16 A Dark Night In Toytown
17 Until The Last Butterfly



Waters Of The Wild

Come away O human child
To the waters of the wild
With a fairy hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand

Fly away you stolen child
Through a magic lantern slide
Singing in the acid rain
With all those who drink from
The waters of the wild

Far away my lost child
I see your breath and your smile
On the silver frosted lawns
In the dream that came alive
At the end of nowhere


Set Your Compass

Underneath a sailing moon
Lemon lime ginger soft glow
Scale the woodland around
The dale
Rising falling through hedgerows
With her train the queen of night
(Her pale window)
(Calming your fear)
(With the Earth)
Slowly turning the tide
(In the lowland)
From the long arms of the sea
Set your compass by your dream
(Falling)
Grazing sheep have lost their way
Fifty fathoms below the bay
Windward of the sunken rock
(Blowing)
Faces set like gravestones
(Staring down)
Oarsmen pull to cleave the brine
Neath the black cliffs their cross-
Bones
Under the waves and put to right
Toy armies too rusty to fight
(In the lowland)
Cling to the wheel how deeply you
Breathe
Set your compass by your dream
(Falling)
Grazing sheep have lost their way
Fifty fathoms below the bay


Down Street

Dear friend you've come at last
I wish to impart to you something
Of a deeply personal nature
Dare we venture off the map
And indeed between the cracks
To a private road of sorts
I presume you have a strong will
And the stomach to match the
Underbelly of our fair city

You'll need this firm crowbar
Whilst I implore you to utilise no
Sense of smell
And to think people live down
There
A rush of chill air heralds our
Clattering necropolis railway

Strangled strams, smothered
Rivers, London always gives me the
Shivers

Forty abandoned stations and
Churchill's last bolthole
Impregnable as Hitler's bunker
Can't you see them dancing on the
Platform at Down Street


A Girl Called Linda

Read me a dream sighs Linda
Flying through nursery windows
Leaving a night light burning
Keep all my love beside you
Toyr R Us for you dear
Chocolate Crocodile tears
Now look who's talking
Jigsaw Junior High School
All overtime in play group

Under a railway footbridge
Primrose Hill by moonbeams
Buckle my shoe in springtime
Winter's child grows restless
Pining for bread and roses
Somewhere she's been before
Gazing at the farmyard
All those things adored
Only until she's bored

Climbing the walls of China
Outside the old toy station
Wrapped in a garden glory
Read me a bedtime story
I know that you have to grow up
Leaving all this behind you
Farewell my lovely Linda
Sweet as a birdsong Linda
Once in a dream called Linda


To A Close

When the debs came down in their
Famous gowns
Jacqueline at once was the talk of
The town
Launched and lunched on Society's
Cream
Smiled and curtsied so gently

Toujours chercher pour
Quelque chose
As the curtains are drawn to a close

When her Daddy's bank sailed
Close to the wind
He traded it all for Gordon's Gin
All the King's horses and all the
King's men
Conquered elsewhere never
Called again

Said a discreet madam with your
Pedigree
A belle de jour if ever I've seen
The home service the French
Lesson round
So neatly attired costing one
Hundred pounds

Propped up in bed all alone at
The Ritz
The Evening Star printed she
Razored both wrists
Dressed in her furs with her
Girdle and gloves
Surrounded by photos of all her
Old loves


Ego & Id

Heard you on the radio
(You) sounded very strange
Voices in the distance
Way beyond my range

Tried to call the station
Panicked and I ran
Tried to find the moment
When you and I began

Looking in the mirror
Cut off all my hair
Made myself a moment
When no one seemed to care

This room is getting smaller
My ego and my id
Now I'm really sorry
For all the things I did


Man In The Long Black Coat

Crickets are chirping the water is
High
There's a soft cotton dress on the
Line hanging dry
Windows wide open African trees
Bent over backward from a
Hurricane breeze

Not a word of goodbye not even a note
She gone with the man in the long
Black coat

Somebody seen him hanging around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts
Of town
He looked into her eyes when she
Stopped him to ask
If she wanted to dance he had a face
Like a mask

Somebody said from The Bible he
Quote
There was dust on the man in the
Long black coat

Preacher was a-talking there's a
Sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience
Is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your
Guide
When it's you who must keep it
Satisfied

It ain't easy to swallow it sticks in
The throat
To give her heart to the man in the
Long black coat

There are no mistakes in life
Some people say
And it's true sometimes you can
See it that way
Well people don't live or die people
Just float
She went with the man in the
Long black coat

There's smoke on the water it's
Been there since June
Tree trunks uprooted neath the
High crescent moon
With a pulse and vibration and
The rumbling force
Someone is out there beating on
A dead horse

She never said nothing there was
Nothing she wrote
She gone with the man in the long
Black coat


Cedars Of Lebanon

I long to gaze at the Cedars of Lebanon
To breathe the air on the mountain of olives
To feast my eyes on Babylon's gardens
To take you back to Sumeria's glory
To set you free with a full man's pardon

In a language as old as the whispering
Sands
Ever submerging the towers of silence

I long to show you one thousand
Golden Buddhas
I long
The street is crying it's lost its name
Inscription washed away by the
Pouring rain
I long

I long to show you one thousand
Golden Buddhas
I long

The street is crying it's lost its
Name
Inscription washed away by the
Pouring rain
I long


Wolfwork

Clapperboards sandwich hordes
Scavengers in paradise
Training their eyes under grey
Porridge skies
Magistrates ivory gates opiates
Potentates
Kings of carrion badness in the
Blood

It's all wolfwork

Faxes from a wall of corpses
Gorging on each day in mourning
Father time squeezing the sun
For light relief they bare their teeth
And turn on their own
Rolling around on a fresh bed of nails

Come and see the show
Join in the ring
With your mouth wide open
Wide


Why

Why must you treat me like a child
Why not join me on the prom
I'd go on singing forever
But cremation won't be long


The Fundamentals Of Brainwashing

History's a vinyl record stuck in a
Groove
A hundred warring sects claming to
Have the truth
Blessed robots with so much to prove
You could say so much to lose

The scorching air
The slumbering mass
Of forgotten things

Preening peacocks ignite the fuse
Trumpets and promises a turn of the
Screw

To have a human face we'll have to
Start all over again
Back to the drawing board all the
Boys and men

When you lose your kite in the wind
And fall on the trees
You're sucked in bulletin blown out
On TV
The glory of the past is really only
A tomb
The thing from the crypt long ago
Nurtured you


A Dark Night In Toytown

Alone in the crowd
Beside the big wheel
You've run out of luck
I know the way you feel
A dark night in toytown
Round the carousel
If you want to ride faster
It's happiness I sell
If you can't find heaven
I'll show you the ghost train to hell

The pleasure principle
Is what I had in mind
I'll make you feel invincible
Then you'll be mine
A gorilla tranquiliser
Will help slow you down
Monsters of the Id
Call from the underground

I know I seem sordid
Beneath you at first
I'll pierce your defences
Take away your thirst
I hold you gently
You gasp out loud
Blood on your white cheek
The fairground closes down